[Hiccup dismounts again, gesturing for Toothless to stay where he is. While the Night Fury might be interested in exploring too, he knows this is his rider's time with his mate, so he thumps down into a sitting position, pawing at the ground as Hiccup follows Jack gingerly through the hall leading to the den.
It's musty, a strong smell wafting to Hiccup's nose as it's kicked up with the breeze, spider webs fluttering in the wind. He rests his hand on the curve of the wall, watching and waiting. The den is cold now, the warmth from the hearth nonexistent. The furs that used to serve them as a bed were little more than limp rugs he typically used to see in older viking's homes, souvenirs from hunts long ago.
Hiccup leaves his spot, wandering over to where he'd hung his father's cloak up on the wall. He brought his hand up, fingers curling through the tattered, worn furs before Jack's voice comes over to him, turning his head to look at his husband. Spotting where he was, he gives a small smile, pulling away and walking over.]
As did I. I loved watching you sleep, how warm I felt even though you were cold.
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It's musty, a strong smell wafting to Hiccup's nose as it's kicked up with the breeze, spider webs fluttering in the wind. He rests his hand on the curve of the wall, watching and waiting. The den is cold now, the warmth from the hearth nonexistent. The furs that used to serve them as a bed were little more than limp rugs he typically used to see in older viking's homes, souvenirs from hunts long ago.
Hiccup leaves his spot, wandering over to where he'd hung his father's cloak up on the wall. He brought his hand up, fingers curling through the tattered, worn furs before Jack's voice comes over to him, turning his head to look at his husband. Spotting where he was, he gives a small smile, pulling away and walking over.]
As did I. I loved watching you sleep, how warm I felt even though you were cold.